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picture_prompt_funTitle: The Haunted Projector
Towa was having enough trouble getting the overhead projector working. She didn't appreciate an Eclipse Gate portal manifesting when she turned it on, to make matters even more complicated.
She supposed she should have known it wasn't just an ordinary case of the outdated, badly maintained school equipment being temperamental to the point of demonic possession. This machine was actively working against her. She knew enough machines to know that a) she should be able to deal with an everyday ornery projector and b) this wasn't how they normally behaved, no matter how bad a mood they were in.
Something had crawled up her spine as soon as she touched the button on the damn thing.
She picked up her phone and called Kou. He was usually around at this time in the day - it wasn't like there was anything important in his life. Someone was going to have to get in there and dispel the Gate before she could fix the projector, otherwise she'd only have to explain to the principal why screaming voices and clawed hands were coming out of it and subjecting everyone to their deepest fears.
It also, she reminded herself, needed a new bulb.
Fandom: Tokyo Xanadu
Author: tehexile
tehexileRating: PG-13/Gen
Characters: Towa
Words: 200
Tags: humour, slice of life, supernatural
Summary: The overhead projector breaks. Again. Also, an Eclipse Gate manifests in it.
Picture: 151
Towa was having enough trouble getting the overhead projector working. She didn't appreciate an Eclipse Gate portal manifesting when she turned it on, to make matters even more complicated.
She supposed she should have known it wasn't just an ordinary case of the outdated, badly maintained school equipment being temperamental to the point of demonic possession. This machine was actively working against her. She knew enough machines to know that a) she should be able to deal with an everyday ornery projector and b) this wasn't how they normally behaved, no matter how bad a mood they were in.
Something had crawled up her spine as soon as she touched the button on the damn thing.
She picked up her phone and called Kou. He was usually around at this time in the day - it wasn't like there was anything important in his life. Someone was going to have to get in there and dispel the Gate before she could fix the projector, otherwise she'd only have to explain to the principal why screaming voices and clawed hands were coming out of it and subjecting everyone to their deepest fears.
It also, she reminded herself, needed a new bulb.
